She stood in her shadows,

as it consumed her whole,

Looking to being seen


waiting to be heard

Her screams hidden in agony

Within the depths of her colour.

Like the stars on a snowy night,

Or the moon on the winter solstice.

The riot of generational suppression

finally found a way out

She rose above from the ground,

Light found a way into the darkness,

When the sun shares its light with the moon

yet why can’t you?